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Reaching between us, I cup his balls, rolling them in my hand just the way I’ve quickly learned he likes. With my other hand, I stroke the length of his cock and elicit the sexiest moan imaginable. He fists my hair and intensifies our kiss in the sexiest of ways.
My nipples rub against his chest as my hands work my magic along his length, knowing I won’t get to do this much longer because he’ll want to slow things down, claiming he wants to make it good for me, too. Not that I’ll ever complain, but sometimes I love being in control of things. I mean… what girl doesn’t?
When I break our kiss to trail hot kisses down his collarbone and onto his chest, a guttural moan escapes from deep from within. The kind of moan that if I had panties on, they’d melt on the spot. The sound only spurs me on further.
Just as I’m about to go for gold, I murmur, “Lie down.” I change positions with him and once he’s on his back, I slowly crawl up his body to continue feathering kisses where I left off. My lips trace along his jawline, down his neck, and across his well-defined muscles forming his abs. His heavy breaths let me know I’m on the right track. Keeping enough space between us so I can grip his cock and slide my hand from the root to the tip over and over again, I slowly kiss my way down his body.
Grabbing for the condom beside us, he shoves it at me. “Need you… Van,” comes out in a guttural cry. “We can go as slow as you’d like—next time. But for the love of God, get that sexy ass of yours on me—now! Ride me like there’s no tomorrow.”
It’s not what I had in mind, but it will certainly do. I love being on top with him.
Ripping the condom open, I have it on him in no time. Knowing I’m practically dripping with need, I do exactly what he asks. The moment I bottom out on him, he lets out another sexy moan. “God, Van, you feel incredible.”
He’s not the one being filled in the most glorious way from the inside out. We quickly find a rhythm that has my body tingling in no time. I feel every nerve ending come alive and sizzle as my orgasm builds. I swear it’s like he’s cracked a secret code that only he’s been able to find.
The moment he takes one of my breasts into his mouth and creates this perfect rhythm between sucking and pulling, my need for him grows. It’s as if his mouth is live wired to every nerve in my body, and he sets me on fire. Before I know it, I’m teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Wave after wave of sensation tingles from my lower spine through the roots of my hair and to the tips of my toes, and I let out a scream I can no longer contain when he pushes me past the point of no return with the squeeze of my other nipple.
I make every effort I can to ride this orgasmic high until I feel him stiffen and curse as he finds his release. Feeling his pulses sets off another wave inside me. Christ, what this man does to me.
I am ruined.
Each and every time I am with this man, it gets better.
Breathless, I collapse onto him. My entire body is a gooey mush, and I’m sure I couldn’t stand if I tried. Hell, I can’t even lift my head to look at this glorious man. No—instead, I just rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart race as he pulses inside me.
While both of our heart rates return to normal, Damien traces his fingers along my spine. I don’t want to move a muscle as I’m afraid of popping this blissful bubble I’m in. Eventually, all good things must end, and he excuses himself to get rid of the condom.
When he returns, he slips back into bed beside me and asks, “So, when will Jules be back?”
“Late this evening, I think. Vince and Sydney had an entire day planned.” Then I laugh at the memory of Sydney’s parting words.
Damien quirks a brow in wonder. “Mind fillin’ me in?”
Gah. Syd and her craziness. “Oh, I’m just remembering how Syd left this morning. The second Jules and Vince were out of earshot, she turned, and I quote,‘Girl, you’d better get it on with that sexy man of yours. We’ve got Jules covered until tomorrow, so we’d better not see you curled up with a book when we get home. Go get yourself some Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow! You deserve a night off.’—All I could do was stare because who the hell talks like that?”
I feel Damien’s laugh before I hear it. “Apparently, Sydney does,” he says in a shrug. “But I’m more than happy to volunteer anytime you’re up for some Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow time.”
“Ohmigod, you did not say that—I swear, if you call it that again, I’m never having sex with you again,” I threaten, but there’s no way I’ll ever follow through. After what we’ve just experienced… hell no. I’ll take all the Bow-Chicka-Wow-Wow time he wants—but he doesn’t need to know that.
“I won’t—but you gotta admit, that’s funny as fuck…”
No longer able to keep my composure, I crack. “Yeah.” I nod through laughter in agreement.
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Watchingher effortlessly juggle her schedule never ceases to amaze me, but we steal as much time together as possible. We always make it a priority to put Jules first. Sure, I may stay later than her bedtime on weeknights, and we’ve found creative ways to be together, but I always go home to my own bed. Besides, Vanessa works early and is off before most college students even think about getting out of bed in the morning, so it just makes sense.
The thought of going away with her and Jules is equally thrilling and terrifying. Hands down, there are no two other people I’d rather spend my vacation with, but the fact that I’m bringing them to meet my family could prove interesting to say the least. God help my brothers if they turn into jackasses and make Van or Jules uncomfortable.
Until I know for certain the girls will join me, I don’t bother to tell anyone. Why get anyone’s hopes up—especially my own? It isn’t until Mom asks if I am staying with them, I admit to renting a place of my own for the long weekend. Of course, Mom being Mom knows something is up. First, I’ve never bothered to get a place because it’s usually just me and though I’d prefer a bed, I can sleep just about anywhere. Second, I hesitate a second too long before any explanation.
Yep, her super-sleuthing skills are put to task, so of course, she expertly asks, “Will your brothers be staying with you?”
To which I all too quickly reply, “Uh… That would be a hard no. Vanessa’s agreed to come with me, and I’m not subjecting her to those fools for our entire stay. Nope. No, thank you.”
“The fact that you’re bringing her at all says a lot, Dame.”
